bad news in the family
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2001.05.25
My dad called from Calgary, this morning. Apparently my Oma (that's German for grandmother) is unwell. She's been admitted to hospital, and she might have to go into a home.
On a brighter note, I've started my second novel. A prequel to the first, more or less. Tells an earlier tale. I went to the library and hammered out the outline. It should be fun.